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This
stories Q: Should WT productions make part 2?

It
was the summer of 06; I had been thirteen years old at the time; Zack
(my partner in this story) was having a birthday next week and then
he too, would be thirteen.

Before
we stumbled upon our life changing obstacle; i would describe him as
a handsome individual, Medium beach blonde hair that swept across his
face, A tad short for someone of his muscular build and age. but if
we could jump fourth a few weeks, following his birthday.. I can
begin our story and tell you of a much greater feat, that altered our
lives forever.

'NOAH!!'
my mom screams while poking her head out the back door. I turn to
look. 'Yeah' I answer in question. 'Zack's on the phone' reveals my
mother. I jump to my feet, running to the screen door, tearing it
open. 'it's on the table sweetie' my mother adds. 'hello?' I say,
talking into the mouthpiece. 'Hey Noah, My mom says I can venture
further off into our woods, now that I am older.. she say's she would
still like a friend to go with me, want to go exploring?' he
suggests. 'Uh, yeah.. give me half an hour and I will get mom to
drive me over' *click* I rush to get ready, even though I don't dress
to impress guys, I still like to look presentable around other
people.

*Jumping
forward a bit more to delve into the realm of what was about to
happen*

'What
is it?' Zack asks, while staring into the entrance of what appeared
to be a cave. 'I don't know, I think I have some matches in my
hunting knife, if you want to make a torch and check it out' I said,
while I hoped he had been up for it. 'yeah, for sure!' exclaimed my
excited friend. After getting our sticks properly dressed with pine
needles and vines, we ignite a single match and within moments, smoke
filled the air. The cave had a crisp, cool, clean feeling about it.
it was not musty smelling like most caves that are exposed to
inclement weather, just fresh, clean air. cobwebs blocked any further
advancement into the cavern, but with the fiery torches in hand, we
was able to clear a path. a circular room filled our vision, almost
entirely stone. Then, we felt it. Passion filled our emotions as we
walked deeper into the stone room, I began to wonder if my friend
Zack had felt it to, the instance of love toward the other; the need
to hold my friend, and never let him go. I decide against mentioning
anything, for awhile that is. But when I could hold back no longer;
without warning my mind began to control my lips. I nudged my friend
on the shoulder and told him the only words I could muster.

'Your
beautiful, you know that?' I tell him, without blushing. he stares
at my eyes for a good minute at least, and then like a rainstorm in
the jungle, something unexpected happened. His torch went flying into
the only patch of dirt near, sticking up as if it where still being
held; and the next thing I know, Zack has his tongue halfway down my
throat, moving so fast; I could have easily mistaken him as having a
seizure. But no, this was something else. Oddly enough, I wanted it
there. I wanted his wet, warm saliva trickling down the back of my
throat. I didn't have time to drain him of much more, because he
revolted and was now ripping my clothes off like they where on fire.
My hard penis flipped up and hit me right below my bellybutton, the
elastic waistband propelling it upward. I can't believe what was
happening. Zack, now fully nude; lowers me softly to the floor, sits
on top of me with his butt toward my face, and arches his body down
toward my throbbing stick. Explosions of wetness and warmth rain over
me, My friend was now sucking on the most forbidden part of my body.
I felt useless, He was giving me all the pleasure and I hadn't shown
my appreciation one bit. There was only one thing to do. I raise his
bottom slightly higher, revealing a beautiful set of hairless, hardly
dropped balls. they where gorgeous, so tight, so firm. I raised my
mouth up toward them, until I too, was licking a forbidden zone. I
cannot even tell you how orgasmic the feeling was, nor can i explain
the texture of his jewels, But if I must describe the smoothness ; I
would tell you to go lick an unpeeled banana. My spit had been oozing
back down onto my face, which I simply just re-used for an even
wetter experience. More, I said to myself, I wanted more of this
tasty young friend of mine. My tongue slides down past his balls, and
into the crease of his bum. sweat, and a boyish bitter sensation fill
my mouth; hardly stopping to breath, I licked and licked at his
boy-hole. While doing so, I move my only free hand around his legs,
searching for his uncut cock I had only visibly seen before. there it
was, his rock of a cock, feeling to be nearly 4 and a half inches in
length. I copied what he had been doing with his mouth, only I was
using my hand. I slide his foreskin back and fourth over his perfect
nob; listening to him moan as my tongue is still lodged in his hole.
I was near cumming, and so was he by the way his penis jerked.
'Immma.. ima bout to bust' I manage to scream quietly. he sucks
harder, faster. somehow managing to release himself of my
constriction, he lunges to a position in which his cock is reachable
to my mouth. I consume it. Not much longer now, I mumbled. He came a
second before I did; feeling my mouth with his luscious ejaculation.

Before
his salty, sweet cream of near liquid consistency is finished
shooting into my mouth, I feel his with the same thing. He is moaning
loudly now, gulping as he swallows what felt like my third dose.

A
few weeks later, Our relationship had remained the same. Kissing when
discretion had been available, doing more on the nights we had
sleepovers. I had been over at his house when I got an idea.
'Isaiah!' I scream to zacks eleven year old brother. 'yeah Noah?' he
asks curiously. 'would you like to go exploring with your brother and
I'?